Primordial Era: Even the Three Purities Must Call Me Second Uncle

Outside the Imperial Purple Palace, Kunpeng stood beside the Three Pure Ones, smiling and talking freely.

But Kunpeng was also extremely surprised at this time.

These Three Pure Ones actually claimed to be the authentic Pangu?

As if he had sensed what Kunpeng was thinking, Taishang stroked his long beard and smiled calmly: "Daoyou, don't be surprised. We are the three incarnations of Pangu's father's soul, so it's not too much to call ourselves the authentic Pangu, right?!"

Yuanshi was also proud at this moment, and echoed: "Brother, what you said is very true. In this prehistoric world, Pangu's father's legacy is not small, but who else can be called the authentic Pangu except us, the Three Pure Ones!"

Hearing Yuanshi's words, not only Kunpeng, but also the rest of the Heavenly Court tribes couldn't help but take a breath.

These Three Pure Ones actually were transformed by Pangu?

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Although Taishang and Tongtian beside Yuanshi didn't speak, they nodded slowly.

He agreed with what his elder and second brothers said.

Although there are many creatures in the whole prehistoric world that are related to Pangu Father God, even except for a group of ancestors, the rest of the creatures can have more or less relationships with their own father gods.

But to be honest.

Only the Three Pure Ones can truly be called the authentic Pangu.

This is an ironclad fact, no matter who it is, it cannot be argued.

What's more, the three brothers have been recognized by their second uncle.

The second uncle has recognized it?

Is there anyone in the prehistoric world who dares not to recognize it? !

Kunpeng couldn't help sweating when he heard the statements of the Three Pure Ones, and he felt guilty and worried.

I really want to ask the Three Pure Ones, do you know the existence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

But when the words came to his lips, Kunpeng still didn't dare to say it.

Kunpeng knew clearly that the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the Huangji Ziwei Palace had always regarded themselves as the authentic Pangu.

If the Three Pure Ones knew the existence of the Ancestral Witches and others, it would be easy to say.

If they didn't know, they might have a dispute.

After all, the name of Pangu's authentic sect cannot be divided into two.

Thinking of this, Kunpeng had a headache.

He thought to himself: "Your Majesty, please come out quickly. Kunpeng doesn't know what to do now!"

But before Emperor Jun arrived, a thunderous roar came, accompanied by strong anger, like a flood towards Sanqing.

"Where did the thief come from? How dare you call yourself Pangu's authentic sect? Don't you know that the twelve witch ancestors are here?!!"

Sanqing felt the pressure on them and the roar echoing in their ears, and they couldn't help but frown.

Although the three of them didn't like to fight with others, they couldn't let others question their status as Pangu's authentic sect.

When Sanqing looked carefully, they saw a burly and sturdy man in front of them.

There was an extremely dazzling luster on his head.

The roar just now came from this person's mouth.

"Who are you? How dare you question the name of the Three Pure Ones Pangu?!" Yuanshi frowned and scolded.

"I am your grandfather Gonggong!!"

Gonggong started to scold!

"Looking for death!!"

Hearing this, a strong murderous intent flashed in Yuanshi's eyes, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi suddenly appeared and bombarded Gonggong.

"Clang!"

Even Tongtian, who usually doesn't talk much, suddenly drew out the long sword in his arms.

The surging sword intent burst out instantly and rushed straight into the sky!

Even the Taishang, who was always calm and indifferent, was like this. A gloomy look flashed on his face, and the exquisite pagoda of the world in his hand suddenly appeared.

But before the attack of the Three Pure Ones was launched.

I saw the thirty-six heavens began to shake violently.

A huge hand that was big enough to cover the sky and destroy everything fell down.

In front of this big hand, the magic weapons of the three pure ones seemed to wilt and instantly fell silent.

And looking at this big hand that fell down with a bang, Gonggong was so angry that his eyes were about to burst, and his heart was full of panic.

Could it be that the three pure ones were really a part of Pangu the Father God?

In this case, didn’t he just scold his second uncle? !

Damn, I should have asked clearly before I started to argue!

As Gonggong’s last thought flashed through his mind, the sky-holding hand that seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world carried endless power and slapped Gonggong’s forehead with the force of thunder.

In an instant, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, which was like a landslide and tsunami, and the collapse of the sky and the collapse of the earth. Its power was so great that it shocked the entire thirty-six heavens.

Many people in the Heavenly Palace were terrified and scared by this sudden change.

They stared with their eyes wide open, their faces full of horror, and some were even speechless and their hearts were broken.

Looking outside the Imperial Purple Palace, a huge palm print suddenly appeared in front of everyone. It was huge and bottomless, and cracks spread like a spider web, which was really shocking.

At this moment, the three Sanqings were staring at the huge pit in front of them with a dull look on their faces, their hearts were churning and it was difficult to calm down.

Recalling the magnificent aura emitted by the giant hand just now.

The three of them couldn't help but murmur.

"Second Uncle?!"

It was obvious that the palm just now was clearly the second uncle's.

After all, if it was the Heavenly Dao, it would not have turned into a giant palm and slapped it, but it would have been a bolt of lightning.

And Dijiang and others who had just come out also saw this scene.

They sighed in their hearts.

Fortunately, they came out slowly, otherwise it would not be just Gonggong who was beaten.

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to die.

Gonggong's experience also let them know the identity of the Three Pure Ones.

They did get some of the legacy of the Father God.

In short, Dijiang summed it up in one sentence, don't scold the Three Pure Ones, especially don't scold the elders of the Three Pure Ones, otherwise they would be scolding themselves.

But this does not mean that Dijiang's good impression of the Three Pure Ones has improved.

After all, the authentic Pangu belongs to their witch clan, and to their twelve ancestors of witches!

No one can change this.

So Dijiang also waved his hand, fished out the unrecognizable Gonggong who had fainted under the deep pit in front of him, and threw him to Zhurong on the side.

Although Zhu Rong was somewhat reluctant, he still took Gong Gong.

He even kicked Gong Gong at the same time, muttering to himself: "You fool, how many times have you done this... Don't you know how to learn from this? What's the point of having such a big head, bald and stupid?"

After throwing Gong Gong to Zhu Rong, Di Jiang looked at Tai Shang, Yuan Shi, and Tong Tian calmly.

"San Qing?!"

Upon hearing this, Tai Shang and the other two looked at the twelve ancestor witches headed by Di Jiang with a serious face.

They also felt the power of the twelve ancestor witches in front of them.

The aura exuded by each of them was not inferior to theirs.

Especially Hou Tu and Xuan Ming, who were slightly above the three of them.

And they also found that Gong Gong was not dead.

You know, Gong Gong just said shamelessly that he was their grandfather, and he was slapped by his second uncle, but he didn't die? !

So after a little deduction, San Qing finally understood the identities of the people in front of them.

They were extremely shocked that the person in front of them was the same as them, and was transformed from the remains of Father Pangu.

So they understood why Gonggong suddenly spoke so arrogantly to them before.

The reason was nothing more than the title of "Pangu Authentic".

Although they knew the purpose of the twelve ancestors, the three pure ones did not change their expressions.

They responded calmly: "It is us three!"

Emperor Jiang nodded slightly and apologized to the three pure ones: "My brother Gonggong's behavior just now made the three Taoist friends laugh. I, as an elder brother, did not discipline him well. Emperor Jiang will discipline him in the future..."

At this point, Emperor Jiang paused, and his eyes gradually became solemn and gloomy.

"But... Pangu Authentic, no matter when, belongs to us ancestors!"